I need a cup of the brown stuff the shade of an acorn
Made warm by the same source that I take my cakes from
Made in a mug or a cup of fine china
I've been hooked up to I.V's for a constant supply
Now a drip for my urges might verge on perverted
But for earthy brown tea I'm certain it's worth it
With sherpers who work herds and use a fresh fountain
I've discerned brews from Peruvian mountains
I've slurped up a cup from an elephant's trunk
With a couple of monks who utterly stunk
I've had bourbons with sultans, and creams with queens
I've bathed in earl grey, I'm really that keen
Missionaries dismissed me for my single epiphany
The diff between him and me's a simple sip of British tea
So when times are hard and life is rough
You can stick the kettle on and find me a cup